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I was so poor I had to wear hand me downs and eat at salvation army.
I grew up on cereal and noodles
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we got WIC... they brought milk, Kix cereal, eggs and cheese.
We used to wait on the corner in the snow in akron, OH... waiting for uncle to drive by after work so he could take us someplace. we had AMHA housing... made our way from the crack neighborhood to trailer park in south florida.
mac n chz, and tuna patties 4 nights a week, bologna the other 3 nights. meals on wheels for summer.
these days, being middle class feels like millionaire status :)
4 BR house with double den > double wide trailer with palmetto bugs falling thru holes in roof.
Can't stop smiling, looking back at those days.
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we got WIC... they brought milk, Kix cereal, eggs and cheese.
We used to wait on the corner in the snow in akron, OH... waiting for uncle to drive by after work so he could take us someplace. we had AMHA housing... made our way from the crack neighborhood to trailer park in south florida.
mac n chz, and tuna patties 4 nights a week, bologna the other 3 nights. meals on wheels for summer.
these days, being middle class feels like millionaire status :)
4 BR house with double den > double wide trailer with palmetto bugs falling thru holes in roof.
Can't stop smiling, looking back at those days.
[/quotebest most honest post ever, this is what life is all about. RESPECT
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we got WIC... they brought milk, Kix cereal, eggs and cheese.
We used to wait on the corner in the snow in akron, OH... waiting for uncle to drive by after work so he could take us someplace. we had AMHA housing... made our way from the crack neighborhood to trailer park in south florida.
mac n chz, and tuna patties 4 nights a week, bologna the other 3 nights. meals on wheels for summer.
these days, being middle class feels like millionaire status :)
4 BR house with double den > double wide trailer with palmetto bugs falling thru holes in roof.
Can't stop smiling, looking back at those days.
hey hey hey! what's wrong with mac n cheese?!
I eat 2-3boxes some days. lol... and have for nearly 20yrs!... hell, I even buy the generic $.50 per box stuff. I like the fake cheese better than the Kraft. haha
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Age 5-14, I was in a 240 situation. 15-18 middle class. Very different worlds.
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We were so poor, my folks used to buy all our clothes from the ex-army store.
For 10 years, I went to school dressed as a Japanese General.
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hey hey hey! what's wrong with mac n cheese?!
I eat 2-3boxes some days. lol... and have for nearly 20yrs!... hell, I even buy the generic $.50 per box stuff. I like the fake cheese better than the Kraft. haha
It shows in your photos.
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We were so poor, my folks used to buy all our clothes from the ex-army store.
For 10 years, I went to school dressed as a Japanese General.
Lmfao at the last line.
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For 10 years, I went to school dressed as a Japanese General.
ROFL ;D
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Grew up in communist Romania with many restrictions and sometimes rationalized food. But my folks took care of us and we never missed anything. I had a simple but happy childhood.
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I had no job as a child so had to rely on handouts from my parents
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I had no job as a child so had to rely on handouts from my parents
neegar life
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We were so poor, my folks used to buy all our clothes from the ex-army store.
For 10 years, I went to school dressed as a Japanese General.
HAHAHAHAHAHA. Make a fucking movie of your life!!!!
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We were so poor, my folks used to buy all our clothes from the ex-army store.
For 10 years, I went to school dressed as a Japanese General.
brilliant ;D
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I was one of six, and we were so poor that at breakfast we had to eat cereal with a fork and pass the milk down to the next child
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Bwahahahaha!
Come on son, I'm white.
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It shows in your photos.
Hahhahahaha! What a setup!!lol
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Fuck you all
I was that kid in the sahara with the distended gut and flies around the mouth, even Michael Jackson was offended by my looks he edited me out of his "Heal the World" video. He thought Id be more suitable for Thriller 2, which never materialized.
We didn't even get food stamps...there was no food, I just ate the stamps. Now that's fucking poor.
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both my parents were social workers so not well off but not poor. 1/3 of kids at my school got free meals though due to low family income.
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I will bump this thread for baby anabolichalo to post when the time is right.
Poor guys comments will tear you apart.
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I will bump this thread for baby anabolichalo to post when the time is right.
Poor guys comments will tear you apart.
Hahaha yes I can imagine the responses from little Anabol:
"We were so poor growing up that I had to follow dad on my bike when I was 5, wait for him to fuck a 20 dollar whore and then steal back my child support from her purse when she got out his car"
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Use to go to KFC and lick other peoples fingers....
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Use to go to KFC and lick other peoples fingers....
A+
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The kids in my school all had fountain pens in their top pockets.
I couldnt afford a fountain pen, in fact, I couldnt afford a top pocket.
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Pretty poor. My Dad was shot 3 times when I was 5 in a robbery, lost the use of his left arm, and we lost our family business. So from 5 until I was about 15 and able to really contribute, we struggled. My older sister and I made sure things never got too bad though. Now, I'd say both my sisters family and my own are upper middle class... Prolly due to that experience.
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The kids in my school all had fountain pens in their top pockets.
I couldnt afford a fountain pen, in fact, I couldnt afford a top pocket.
I went to one of the best grammar schools in the country, but my parents were on state benefits. It SUCKED big time to be on meal tickets, and only have 50p a day ( I say only but I was very grateful) when ALL of the other kids has lawyer/doctor/accountant parents and were pulling out £10 at the ice cream van at lunch. But it was very character building and it's helped me to value what I'm able to give my son
Lol that mutherfuckers getting £50 for the ice cream van ;D
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foster care most of my life. went to jail a slew of times in my teens (prob deep down to escape foster care), and turned out to be a failure of an adult. the government system is just a cradle to the grave welfare system
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foster care most of my life. went to jail a slew of times in my teens (prob deep down to escape foster care), and turned out to be a failure of an adult. the government system is just a cradle to the grave welfare system
At least you aren't Shizzo bro
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I've seen both sides....wealth and poverty. From birth to age 11 I experienced wealth in my home. From age 12 and beyond my parents suffered lots of financial hardship....bankruptcy, foreclosure on our home, collapse of their business, repossession of vehicle, tattered clothes, no money, etc.... We went from Cadillac to Pinto wagon and times were very lean.
My wife has experienced worse though. She's gone from warm house and normal living to utter collapse of family, differing forms of abuse, divorce, time in battered women's shelter as a kiddo, moving school to school, barely living paycheck to paycheck (and many times not), months of toast and gravy for each meal, etc....
People have experienced far worse than both of us ever have, but I'm thankful for the difficult times because it gives us perspective today and allows us to cherish the blessings in our lives so often taken for granted.
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Came to Murica with one suitcase and no money.....had to start from nothing, poor but educated. Overcame the poor part in time.
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God Bless America gentlemen...lololol
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Poor. as. fuck. Mom had me when she was 16 and my dad dropped out of school and started delivering pizzas and selling weed. I remember growing up brutally poor and although it cause some childhood depression, it shaped who I am. If I had an affluent upbringing I would be 100 times more of a cu-nt and wouldn't appreciate anything like the way I do. Growing up poor as fuck was the most important thing that's happened in my life.
brb, remembering the feeling I felt when my parents bought me an Adidas tracksuit in elementary school. Felt better than the first time crushing a vagina. 8)
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;D
We were so poor, my folks used to buy all our clothes from the ex-army store.
For 10 years, I went to school dressed as a Japanese General.
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I was so poor that my old man used to fill garbage bags with air and put them out front just to make it look like we had stuff to throw away.
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We were so poor we thought quality entertainment was a six pack and a bug zapper.
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True adonis himdhold laughs at yours
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how poor were you growing up???
Four Yorkshire men,
Tim Brooke-Taylor, Graham Chapman, John Cleese, and Marty Feldman (Igor) in the original incarnation:
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I've seen both sides....wealth and poverty. From birth to age 11 I experienced wealth in my home. From age 12 and beyond my parents suffered lots of financial hardship....bankruptcy, foreclosure on our home, collapse of their business, repossession of vehicle, tattered clothes, no money, etc.... We went from Cadillac to Pinto wagon and times were very lean.
My wife has experienced worse though. She's gone from warm house and normal living to utter collapse of family, differing forms of abuse, divorce, time in battered women's shelter as a kiddo, moving school to school, barely living paycheck to paycheck (and many times not), months of toast and gravy for each meal, etc....
People have experienced far worse than both of us ever have, but I'm thankful for the difficult times because it gives us perspective today and allows us to cherish the blessings in our lives so often taken for granted.
Reminds me of that scene with Ray Liotta from Blow
"Sometimes your flush and sometimes your bust and when you're up it's never quite as good as it seems and when you're down you never think you'll get back up again, but life goes on"
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I was so poor I had to wear hand me downs and eat at salvation army.
I grew up on cereal and noodles
we was so poor we had to eat out of the garbage cans at the salvation army. but me and my brother didn't care because we did alright. we'd rather be good-looking instead of rich anyway.
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Reminds me of that scene with Ray Liotta from Blow
"Sometimes your flush and sometimes your bust and when you're up it's never quite as good as it seems and when you're down you never think you'll get back up again, but life goes on"
That is the truth.
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We were so poor our house got robbed and they didn't steal anything but left 50 dollars.
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I grew up during the Communist Thatcher years (I jest, I'm a fan) but with both grandads working in Oil and my dad a Chemical Engineer, we hardly struggled.
I still got fuck all though and had to suck up a news paper round to earn money. My dad must've been a secret Jew.
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It shows in your photos.
and your 'postings' here show you were an abused, lonely child, devoid of social skills.
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very..!
i knew it was bad when tea was one potato (sliced and deep fried, known as scollops here) shared between my mum, me and my sister.
many a time it was oxo and bread every fucking day. one time all we had was broad beans in tomato sauce. i still hate them to this day.
my earliest memory of embarrassment was in primary school and wearing shoes where the toe had split from the sole and all my toes were hanging out. it was like something from a chaplin film ;D
but yeah, we were fucking tramps
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We were so poor we had to eat the lint off the rugs....
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My dad worked his ass off 60 hours in a factory every week and my mom worked full time as well. We still did not have much. My swimming pool as a kid was an old steel wheel barrow with a small hole in it. I had to keep the hose running in it so I could keep cool. Now I have a 38' X 16' in-ground pool. Oh, how things change.
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My dad worked his ass off 60 hours in a factory every week and my mom worked full time as well. We still did not have much. My swimming pool as a kid was an old steel wheel barrow with a small hole in it. I had to keep the hose running in it so I could keep cool. Now I have a 38' X 16' in-ground pool. Oh, how things change.
You're like my best friend. Dude grew up dirt poor. Mother left him as a young boy, he was raised by his Dad (who worked his butt off) and they had NOTHING. Later he ended up livin with his grandmother. Dude is now a successful IT manager and has a beautiful home with a big ole swimming pool, lovely wife, beautiful daughters and now he's taking care of his Dad.
Things do change.
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So poor we had to go to grandparents house frequently because we had no food and we live in a trailer worse than Johnny Falcons.
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So poor I couldn`t afford to pay attention...
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So po we had to put the or in lay-away.
Pretty poor for most of my early childhood, then my mom landed a great job, and things turned around for us big time (still there after 30+ years).
Despite the poverty, I can still say I had a great childhood, and those "lean" years gave me a toughness that has helped me throughout my adult life.
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so poor my parents couldnt afford a bentley :(
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As new immigrants to a country we were poor, never had sodas, ate at restaurants, never had a holiday, but it installed a will and drive in me that i am eternally grateful to my parents for to this day
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we got WIC... they brought milk, Kix cereal, eggs and cheese.
We used to wait on the corner in the snow in akron, OH... waiting for uncle to drive by after work so he could take us someplace. we had AMHA housing... made our way from the crack neighborhood to trailer park in south florida.
mac n chz, and tuna patties 4 nights a week, bologna the other 3 nights. meals on wheels for summer.
these days, being middle class feels like millionaire status :)
4 BR house with double den > double wide trailer with palmetto bugs falling thru holes in roof.
Can't stop smiling, looking back at those days.
Great honesty of peace..
240 = awesomely dedicated dude raising great kids. I'm proud of you chief. We've talked about this before.
Had it pretty rough too early on, before my dad and my adoptive mom extracted me from misery. Going to the church to get clothes. People showing up with handouts, powdered milk next to a 6 pack and a 2 liter of pepsi.... being beat up for no reasons with a 1980's phone receiver because I wanted to talk to my dad... worse was being thrown on the porch naked because I was crying that I missed my dad lol... then hit me with the screen door... 8 or 9 stitches on the forehead. that's when my dad called it quit and saved me from her. She killed herself a couple of years ago. Bon Débarras.
I was lucky enough to get adopted by one of the greatest lady in the world who took me in as her son. Case closed. She loved my dad and loved me so much that she wanted more lil' Alexes... then came my sister and two brothers.. they owe me big time, I sealed the deal for my dad 8).
Life = not morally linear. but if you survive and have faith, things always work out.
Today we're one united family (of war) and absolutely inseparable. We all look alike and dominate with love 8)
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We were so po we couldn't afford the last two letters
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So po we had to put the or in lay-away.
Pretty poor for most of my early childhood, then my mom landed a great job, and things turned around for us big time (still there after 30+ years).
Despite the poverty, I can still say I had a great childhood, and those "lean" years gave me a toughness that has helped me throughout my adult life.
ah fuck didn't see that :(
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We were so poor, my family bulked up in Auschwitz.
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Great honesty of peace..
240 = awesomely dedicated dude raising great kids. I'm proud of you chief. We've talked about this before.
Had it pretty rough too early on, before my dad and my adoptive mom extracted me from misery. Going to the church to get clothes. People showing up with handouts, powdered milk next to a 6 pack and a 2 liter of pepsi.... being beat up for no reasons with a 1980's phone receiver because I wanted to talk to my dad... worse was being thrown on the porch naked because I was crying that I missed my dad lol... then hit me with the screen door... 8 or 9 stitches on the forehead. that's when my dad called it quit and saved me from her. She killed herself a couple of years ago. Bon Débarras.
I was lucky enough to get adopted by one of the greatest lady in the world who took me in as her son. Case closed. She loved my dad and loved me so much that she wanted more lil' Alexes... then came my sister and two brothers.. they owe me big time, I sealed the deal for my dad 8).
Life = not morally linear. but if you survive and have faith, things always work out.
Today we're one united family (of war) and absolutely inseparable. We all look alike and dominate with love 8)
shit, did it leave any scars from growing up like that? Storys like this that makes me grateful of my childhood, we didnt go to restaurants or by the lateat toys but we where raised by loving parents and had food on our table
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ah fuck didn't see that :(
sometimes it pays to shut your cock-sucker, and open your peter-gazers.
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I grew up with 2 German Schmeisser machine guns & playing Al Capone in Ford Galaxy 63 & Chevy Monte Carlo 1970 (what a car),
2 Willy Jeeps.My old man was obsess with big American vehicles, at 1 stage there was 6 of them ::), great time,replica pistols &
revolvers,watching Fords classic westerns,......................fuck there is nothing like childhood :P
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I grew up with 2 German Schmeisser machine guns & playing Al Capone in Ford Galaxy 63 & Chevy Monte Carlo 1970 (what a car),
2 Willy Jeeps.My old man was obsess with big American vehicles, at 1 stage there was 6 of them ::), great time,replica pistols &
revolvers,watching Fords classic westerns,......................fuck there is nothing like childhood :P
i workwith a 45 year old australien dude he told me 30 years ago you could in australia buy willys jeeps and military harleys cheap as fuck ,stored i n military containers since the ending of ww2 and many where never used and as new
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i workwith a 45 year old australien dude he told me 30 years ago you could in australia buy willys jeeps and military harleys cheap as fuck ,stored i n military containers since the ending of ww2 and many where never used and as new
www.mdjuan.com , they still make Willy on Philippines :D
JK8 Wrangler is my favourite (with 17' wheels)
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EDIT: terribly sorry - this has already been posted
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So po we had to put the or in lay-away.
Pretty poor for most of my early childhood, then my mom landed a great job, and things turned around for us big time (still there after 30+ years).
Despite the poverty, I can still say I had a great childhood, and those "lean" years gave me a toughness that has helped me throughout my adult life.
Awesome. I bet your mom was very loving and caring.. all that counts.
Good parenthood = foundation to a great upbringing.
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So poor we couldn't even afford water. We had to mix our own Hydrogen and Oxygen together. Thankfully things have gotten better now...
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I grew up with 2 German Schmeisser machine guns & playing Al Capone in Ford Galaxy 63 & Chevy Monte Carlo 1970 (what a car),
2 Willy Jeeps.My old man was obsess with big American vehicles, at 1 stage there was 6 of them ::), great time,replica pistols &
revolvers,watching Fords classic westerns,......................fuck there is nothing like childhood :P
You're just a likeable guy!!! ;D
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So poor we couldn't even afford water. We had to mix our own Hydrogen and Oxygen together. Thankfully things have gotten better now...
Awesome ROFL!!! ;D
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You're just a likeable guy!!! ;D
whats wrong roger ??? ::)
no more yank pistol ;D ;D ???
maybe neegars has "classic havana films" :P :P
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whats wrong roger ??? ::)
no more yank pistol ;D ;D ???
maybe neegars has "classic havana films" :P :P
U a clearly ;D trolling yours mark here. ::) 8)
Well done.
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whats wrong roger ??? ::)
no more yank pistol ;D ;D ???
maybe neegars has "classic havana films" :P :P
hahahahahha fucking dead on impression!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I would love to know that guy in real life. ;D ;D ;D
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Pretty poor but my parents were real bad with money plus a little gambling addiction mixed in for good measure. I remember once going to school and in my lunchbox was a govt cheese sandwich and cheeses sticks. Good thing I liked cheese, still do. ;D
I shouldn't complain too much about my childhood but it could have been way better if my parents had their heads on straight. At least it taught me what NOT to do.
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Pretty poor but my parents were real bad with money plus a little gambling addiction mixed in for good measure. I remember once going to school and in my lunchbox was a govt cheese sandwich and cheeses sticks. Good thing I liked cheese, still do. ;D
I shouldn't complain too much about my childhood but it could have been way better if my parents had their heads on straight. At least it taught me what NOT to do.
Sorry bro, but I legit lol'd when I read the "plus a little gambling addiction mixed in for good measure." part!! ;D
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Sorry bro, but I legit lol'd when I read the "plus a little gambling addiction mixed in for good measure." part!! ;D
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Yeah, as if being terrible with money and gravitating towards debt wasn't bad enough. :-X
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Yeah, as if being terrible with money and gravitating towards debt wasn't bad enough. :-X
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Something must of gone right though, cause that situation spawned one of the best human beings on getbig!!
Same with our friend Rosicrucian.
8)
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Something must of gone right though, cause that situation spawned one of the best human beings on getbig!!
Same with our friend Rosicrucian.
8)
Roger that 8)
Just my thoughts but when it comes to challenges in your upbringing, I think it's a "sink or swim" type of situation. Either you learn from it and use it to harden your psyche and learn the "don'ts" or go in the same direction all balls... kinda of an acceleration in natural selection if this makes any sense; the genetics strains have excessive traits but will the next generation use it in a more productive way?
Much like Calfy, I wouldn't be where I am today without this "challenging" part of my life. That "fire in my belly" was extremely strong late teens and early twenties.
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Roger that 8)
Just my thoughts but when it comes to challenges in your upbringing, I think it's a "sink or swim" type of situation. Either you learn from it and use it to harden your psyche and learn the "don'ts" or go in the same direction all balls... kinda of an acceleration in natural selection if this makes any sense; the genetics strains have excessive traits but will the next generation use it in a more productive way?
Much like Calfy, I wouldn't be where I am today without this "challenging" part of my life. That "fire in my belly" was extremely strong late teens and early twenties.
It's good to see that you've now replaced that "fire" with the entire contents of the McD's menu.
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It's good to see that you've now replaced that "fire" with the entire contents of the McD's menu.
LOLOLOLOL.... well played sir.
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Great honesty of peace..
240 = awesomely dedicated dude raising great kids. I'm proud of you chief. We've talked about this before.
Had it pretty rough too early on, before my dad and my adoptive mom extracted me from misery. Going to the church to get clothes. People showing up with handouts, powdered milk next to a 6 pack and a 2 liter of pepsi.... being beat up for no reasons with a 1980's phone receiver because I wanted to talk to my dad... worse was being thrown on the porch naked because I was crying that I missed my dad lol... then hit me with the screen door... 8 or 9 stitches on the forehead. that's when my dad called it quit and saved me from her. She killed herself a couple of years ago. Bon Débarras.
I was lucky enough to get adopted by one of the greatest lady in the world who took me in as her son. Case closed. She loved my dad and loved me so much that she wanted more lil' Alexes... then came my sister and two brothers.. they owe me big time, I sealed the deal for my dad 8).
Life = not morally linear. but if you survive and have faith, things always work out.
Today we're one united family (of war) and absolutely inseparable. We all look alike and dominate with love 8)
I call BS anyone who has been through this wouldn't be such a fucking douche
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Roger that 8)
Just my thoughts but when it comes to challenges in your upbringing, I think it's a "sink or swim" type of situation. Either you learn from it and use it to harden your psyche and learn the "don'ts" or go in the same direction all balls... kinda of an acceleration in natural selection if this makes any sense; the genetics strains have excessive traits but will the next generation use it in a more productive way?
Much like Calfy, I wouldn't be where I am today without this "challenging" part of my life. That "fire in my belly" was extremely strong late teens and early twenties.
I have a cousin and a good friend who were extremely spoiled, parents bought them both several cars, motorcycles, most expensive clothes and toys when they were little. Both are fucked up as adults, and both have done time and have shitty lives.
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proof that getbiggers are low class fucks
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proof that getbiggers are low class fucks
hey hey hey guy....... tell us something we didn't already know
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LOL that was pretty epic.
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We were so poor we had to jack the dog off to fed the cat..